Chat with friends and revelations

It's raining right now. It's nearly 2 am.

Yesterday, I had a great time hanging out with a few friends in the afternoon. We chatted, and sipped on teas and shakes. The laughter and conversation were much needed.

For the first time in a while, I could talk about my nearly eight-year relationship with my ex with others. 

I made a few statements that I hadn't said out loud until now:

• I hate the ex's guts
• We work at the same company and have never seen each other since the breakup
• It has been three years and I'm happy not being in a relationship

Hate is a strong word. It's fitting for how I feel.

The ex hurt me, which caused sadness and anxiety for months until I was okay. He came back to ask for sex, but without the relationship. It made me angry. He wanted a free hooker to put out. It wasn't my style.

I also said to do you to my friends. That's exactly what I have been doing. I am doing what feels best to me. I am okay being on my own. Sure, I miss companionship and cuddling, but I'm not ready to be in a relationship again. 

It's all okay.

Bad girl gets a spanking while cuddling in bed

The other night, my guy and I were in bed, cuddled up, watching a movie. We ended up talking about something, which led to the following conversation.

"That's bad," he remarked.
"I'm a good girl, though," I replied.
"No, you're not," he said.

He rolled up against me and fount my butt. He started spanking my left buttock over my shorts. I kept insisting that I was good, but the smacks kept going. They were getting harder.

He pulled my shorts down and continued spanking me over my panties. I protested that a good girl should not be spanked. He pulled down my panties and gave me some hard smacks across my bare bottom. I was so turned on. He knew it.

Moments later, he made me reach orgasm. It was awesome. I kissed him. He was happy. I was, too.

Sleeping, cuddling, kissing, and coming home

My guy called me after I had finished washing my car.

"Hey, are you ready for bed?" I asked him.
"I'm in bed right now," he replied.
"I miss cuddling up to you, kissing you, tucking you into bed, and sleeping with you," I noted.
"You're sweet. I miss all of that with you, too," he replied.

My guy hops on a plane today and is coming home. Yay!

Playfully confusing my guy

It's fun being playful. My guy and I were cuddling in bed when we had this conversation.

"I'm a good girl, right?" I asked him.
"No, you are a bad girl," I said.
"That's not right. I'm a good girl," I said.
"No. It's one reason why I spank you," he admitted.
"So, I'm a bad girl and you spank me because I'm not good," I said, working it out.
"Yes," he confirmed.
"I'm good at not being a bad girl," I said.
"Yes," he said.

Silence. I smiled.

"I mean no," he corrected himself.
"I'm good," I said happily.
"You are good at confusing me," he said, hugging me tightly.
"I'm a good girl," I confirmed.

It's easy not to be sharp after both of us are in a dopey state of mind.

Second spanking and playful nibbling

As of late, my guy likes giving me a second spanking. I have told him in the past that I love feeling like I am extra bad. Having layers fo clothing removed when I am spanked gets me highly aroused. It's a similar effect with a second spanking.

We were cuddling and chatting in bed. Somehow, our conversation led to my guy spontaneously spanking me.

He lifted my skirt up and started to spank me with his bare hand. It was fun. My butt was still sore from the earlier hard spanking.

"It'll be better if I pull down your panties," he said, doing so and spanking me some more.
"You're so mean," I said, enjoying the moment.
"I love spanking a bad girl like you," he noted.

He playfully nibbled on my hard right nipple. I loved all of it.

We cuddled some more, with my guy rubbing my sore bare backside.

Nipples and breasts

A couple of weekends ago, my guy and I were lounging in bed. We were both naked and were cuddling.

"My nipples are still hard," I said, playing with my left nipple.
"How come?" he asked me.
"I'm lying next to a good-looking, sexy guy," I replied.
"You're so sweet," he replied.

He took his hand and lovingly caressed each breast. It felt like a rolling wave was gently going over my breasts. I felt relaxed and happy.

"You have the perfect breast," he remarked.
"I love how this feels," I noted, loving his gentle touch.
"I love it, too," he admitted.
"Here's hoping that I don't go outside and caress my breasts like you are doing," I joked.

It's nice that he likes my boobs.

Cuddling, reminiscing, and reaching orgasm again

My guy and I were lounging and cuddling in bed the other day. He became reflective. I am the one who tends to go that route first. It was nice that he kicked it off.

"Remember when I used to visit your desk at the old office?" he asked me.
"I do. You'd come over to my cubicle, and put your hand down my pants and panties," I noted with a smile.
"Yes. I loved it," he reminisced.
"Me, too. I also liked when I caressed your calf and it turned you on," I replied.
"That was amazing. I have always loved your touch," he pointed out.

My guy made me reach orgasm a number of times on Saturday morning. At one point, I had my knees bend. We were both lying on our backs.

"How come you are squeezing my hand so tightly between your knees?" he asked me.
"Because you are going to be fingering me and I'd like a break," I noted.
"You mean like this?" he asked rhetorically.

It's fun when we playfully wrestle. He always wins. He ended up fingering both my pussy and butt. I ended up holding his head and kissing it as I came hard.

Which spanking implement do you like the best?

When my guy and I cuddle, we tend to have the best conversations. We were cuddled up in bed when we had this one.

"So, which implement did you like using on me the best?" I asked him.
"I like the large wooden paddle," he replied.
"How come?" I asked him.
"It spanks both your buttocks simultaneously, which is optimal," he said.

He's so nerdy that it's sweet. He is all for optimization and exerting as little energy as possible.

Naturally, I teased him.

"You are never going into marketing. I love who you are, nonetheless" I told him.
"I'm glad. I love your cute butt," he admitted.

He mushy, too.

Fun smacks with the paddle

After having a fun time being spanked, followed by having wonderful sex, we cuddled. My guy had his legs bent. My legs ended up on top of his.

I love when he is playful.

"I'm a good girl, right?" I teased, as we were cuddled up together.
"Tell me that you're a bad girl," he insisted, taking the big wooden paddle and smacking my bare left buttock.
"No, I'm good!" I insisted.
"Admit that you're a bad girl," he said, continuing to smack my left buttock.
"Yes, for a limited time," I started to admit.
"For how long?" he asked me, giving me yet another smack with the paddle.
"Five years," I said.
"Okay," he replied, putting away the paddle.
"That's it?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yes," he said, smiling at me.

We continued cuddling, as if nothing had happened. Well, something did, for my left buttock felt more sore than the other one.

Cuddling, paddling, and more cuddling

My guy and I cuddled on the bed. I love being in his arms. It's a mutual feeling.

He had already taken off his sweater and pants. He was in a t-shirt and boxers. I was wearing a cold-shoulder shirt and shorts.

We kissed and hugged. It was nice. It felt like we were miles away from everything.

He played with my breasts. I could feel how hard my nipples were getting.

I ran my left hand across his bare right thigh. I ended up groping his right buttock, which turned me on. He liked it, too.

He found my left buttock and started to spank it.

"It's time for your punishment," he said, continuing to smack my buttock with his bare hand.
"No, I'm a good girl," I protested, which didn't help.
"You're my bad girl. I need to spank you," he insisted.

He smacked my backside a few times. I rolled over to my stomach, stretched out in the middle of the bed. He continued spanking each buttock with his hand.

Eventually, he pulled down my panties and shorts. He used two of the three implements. He first used the leather paddle. I have missed him using it for a while. That familiar sound across my butt brought back memories of this paddle being used on me. I liked how my butt was starting to sting.

He then switched to the large wooden paddle, which he had gifted me the week before. It packs quite the smack.

"It hurts so much," I said to him several smacks later.
"I know,"he said, occasionally rubbing my butt before continuing with my paddling.

Eventually, he stopped. He liked how pink my butt was that he took photos using his phone. Normally, he grabs my phone, so that was a first.

He kissed my butt, which I always love. He ended up taking me from behind. We both came, which was both exciting and highly pleasurable.

I love when his body is pressed up against mine like that. We felt like one, as we moved as one.

My guy went to clean up before coming back to stretch out next to me.

"Thanks, sweetie. That was amazing," I said to him, giving him a kiss.
"You're amazing. Thank you," he said, kissing my forehead.

We cuddled some more.

Boxing Day, cuddling, gifts, and reading

Happy Boxing Day! I normally don't go out on Boxing Day for sales. It's too crazy dealing with aggressive shoppers. I also don't have anything I truly need to get.

The other day, while my guy and I were cuddling, he asked his usual question.

"What would you like for Christmas?" he asked me. "I'm late, as always."
"I know. I have your presents already," I cited. "You've been travelling, so you have a good reason."

Naturally, my gift was having him to myself when he came off the plane and drove to the hotel to spend some time together. I truly have all that I need.

Frankly, I feel like I don't read as much as I should.

"I don't have Jann Arden's latest book," I replied. "It's a hardcover one."
"I didn't realize that she was an author," my guy admitted, as he knows that I love her music.
"Yes, she is. I have all her books so far, but haven't got around to picking up this one."

I have two weeks off from work. It's the perfect time to curl up and read when it's all white outside.

A loveseat is perfect for a blowjob

My guy asked me whether I could suck his hard member's head. I was perfectly fine with the request. It had been quite some time since I gave him a blowjob.

The great thing about the hotel room's loveseat is that it is the perfect height for my guy to sit down while I go down on my knees to suck him. He loved my tongue licking his head and shaft. He also liked how my lips looked wrapped around him.

He was in ecstasy. Moments later, he came all over my hand as I had pulled out seconds earlier. He was happy. So was I.

I went to get a facecloth to clean my guy up.

"Let's go cuddle on the bed. I love cuddling up next to you," he said sweetly.
"I love your idea," I said.

It's wonderful having him back. We both have missed cuddling.

Cuddling, kissing, spanking, and fingering

My guy and I sat on the loveseat to cuddle and talk. I caressed his head, and he kissed my face and neck.

We then spent a bit of time kissing. It was nice.

He took off my sweater and looked at my black bra. He took out my right breast and sucked on my hard nipple. I loved it.

"How have you been?" he asked me.
"I've been good, but you always say that I am bad," I replied.
"That's because you are a bad girl," he pointed out.
"No, I'm a good girl," I insisted.
"I need to punish you. You have been bad for a long time," he remarked.
"No, I'm a good girl. Can I kiss you?" I asked.
"You can. I still need to punish you," he insisted.

I love kissing his full lips. We had one long kiss before I went over his lap to be spanked.

I had a thin pair of shorts on. He started spanking me with his hand.

"You are such a bad girl," he told me, smacking each cheek.
"No, I'm good," I replied.
"You're a sweet girl. You're a sexy girl, but not a good girl," he reasons, spanking me more.

I told him that he was being mean. He pulled down both my short and my black panties. The smacks became harder across each buttock. I have missed being spanked by him. He has missed spanking me.

He pleasured me. He fingered my wet pussy until I came. I rested limp in across his lap. He kissed my bare left hip.

Moments later, he fingered by butt. He started with one finger and eventually had all four inserted. I loved it. I came hard and then became even more lethargic. He hugged and kissed me.

My guy went to clean up. I got cold and put on a sweater.

He came back and we cuddled some more.

Movie night full of cuddles

Whenever my guy travels, he watches a ton of in-flight movies. A while back, he told me that he had watched Creed. He thought that it was okay. I asked why. He couldn't explain it until I asked whether it moved him. It didn't.

I am doing a staycation in the same city in which both my guy and I are employed. It's a nice suite with a kitchen. It's cozy.

My guy and I spent part of our evening cuddling and watching what was on TV. We decided on a movie. It was Rocky Balboa.

"Did you like the movie?" my guy asked me after it was over.
"I did. It had a nice, emotional build as the movie progressed. How about you?" I asked him.
"I liked it, too. Having you watch a movie with me always makes it better," he said, being his sweet self.

I have missed watching movies with him, cuddling, eating popcorn, and just being together.

U is for under control #AtoZchallenge

I am on the quest to lower my blood pressure, reduce my stress, and eat better. It helps that I have supportive people around me.

On Tuesday, my free blood pressure monitor arrived. It is fancy. It even detects arrhythmia. The device is recommended by Hypertension Canada.

As crazy as it may seem, I enjoy taking my blood pressure. I relax and do the reading twice. So far, my blood pressure has been under control.

Trying to reduce stress is challenging. My stress is definitely work-related. I tend to put my instant messaging program in do-not-disturb mode these days. That way, folks can only contact me through e-mail. For my manager, he knows that I am online being in this status. If I could, I would log off completely. I have found that I am happier and definitely not as stressed when I take this approach.

I find that I feel obligated to respond to folks when they send me an instant message. I also get worked up when I am focused on something and I get inundated which such messages. They are a distraction. I get annoyed when folks send me an e-mail to ask me something, I respond, and then the person has the need to talk further on our instant messaging program. Ugh!

My guy is supportive. He keeps telling me that work is not important and to take it easy. I find that cuddling with him reduces my stress. Well, being with him always does.

My manager has been equally as supportive. The other day, he sent me a green drink blender recipe. Blending a green apple, celery stalks, green pepper, spinach, and cucumber helped his brother lower his blood pressure. After work on Friday, I went to the grocery store to prepare. I will give it a whirl (literally) using my fancy blender tomorrow. Here's to healthy green drinks!

The double-whammy spanking

My guy and I were cuddling, and he managed to get a few swats across my left buttock.

"You know that I love your butt," he whispered. "I like your corduroy leggings."
"Thanks," I said. "That's not nice that you want to spank me."
"Well, you've been a bad girl," he said, first putting his hand in my left back pocket, followed by attempting to slide his hand down my panties.

I have noticed that when I stop him from sliding his hand down my panties to grope my butt, it makes him excited. He'll try some more and then he'll try the front. It's fun trying to stop him. It only works for a brief period.

"Assume the position," he told me, shuffling over and signalling my going of his lap.
"But, I am. I am a good girl sitting here," I replied.
"Nope, that's not right."

Eventually, I did. He pulled my panties and leggings down. I was that bad of a girl that it was a hard bare-bottomed spanking. I got excited.

He first started smacking each buttock. Being an optimizing guy, he decided to use both hands to smack my bare bottom, punctuating each syllable of nonsense that he was playfully saying. In other words, he was playing the bongos and substituted them for my butt.

"That hurts!" I exclaimed, which was true.
"Good," he said.

He pleasured me. My orgasm was intense and wonderful. I rested across his lap for a bit.

He pulled up my panties and leggings. He stroked my backside and then smacked in a few times.

"Hey, I thought that my spanking was over," I told him.
"It's not if you continue to rest across my lap," he advised.

Well, my spanking was done, but he pulled down my leggings and panties again to pleasure me. I felt so good.

He's a gentleman. He always puts me back together, and pulled up my panties and leggings again.

I got up from his lap and kissed him. It was a nice, passionate kiss. I caressed his head as we kissed.

I asked him what the name of that new type of spanking was. He has dubbed it the double-whammy spanking. My butt is still sore from it. It was a lot of fun.

Being playful and seizing his car keys

It helps that my guy and I are playful. I like constantly teasing him about his car and the fact that he won't let anyone drive it, including me.

Before we had quality time on Saturday, we were cuddling. I was hugging him and reached into his right coat pocket.

"What are you doing?" he asked me.
"Looking for your car keys. They are in this pocket, right?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said reluctantly.

I playfully went into his pocket. He stopped me.

"If you take my keys, I will tickle you," he threatened.
"That's not nice," I said, temporarily stopping my quest.
"Good," he said.

He started to tickle me.

"Hey, I am not even near your keys," I said, holding both of his wrists as if my hands were handcuffs.

He smiled at me. He knows that I am ticklish. I know that I can take his keys when he is lethargic.

Well, I did manage to snatch his keys. It was fun using his remote to pop his trunk open and lock his car. Success!

M is for manual, s(t)imulated stick shift

One night in Seattle, after my guy and I had come back from shopping, we cuddled for a bit. My guy was horny. The feeling was mutual.

My guy removed his pants and briefs, and let me play with his hard cock. I had a bit of fun with it.

He won't let me drive his manual transmission car. His car is his baby. I tease him about it often.

Well, since I won't be driving his manual car until he cracks, I decided to simulate driving his manual stick instead. I actually changed gears from first to sixth.

"What if your car has a seventh gear? What do I do? And, how do I reverse?" I asked him, after I had simulated driving a manual car with his erect member.
"Just jerk me off!" he said.

He's funny. We had a good evening.

The next day, my guy remarked about my driving his stick shift.

"I never knew that you could do that," he said to me, smiling.
"See, if I can drive your stick shift, I can drive your car just fine," I teased.

I enjoy teasing him. He likes when I do it, too.

Missing each other and thinking of a penis car antenna

My guy misses me a lot these days. When he does, he is exceptionally sweet.

"I miss you so much. I miss cuddling with, kissing, and hugging you," he told me.
"I miss all of that with you, too," I replied.
"I also miss when you're being naughty while you play with me," he admitted.

I also miss our intimate quality time together, including being spanked.

My guy got to hear me drive my new car as I drove to my dentist appointment and chatted with him hands-free. He finds that my car is quiet.

"We have to name your car," he stated factually.
"Okay. How about electric blue?" I suggested.
"How about bluie?" he asked me.
"I like it. Bluie, it is."

We also joked about having cars with private parts graphically displayed on the car's body.

"We can put a vagina on the car's hood," my guy said.
"Sure, that will go well, especially when kids see it," I said, as we both laughed.
"Yes, that could pose a problem," my guy admitted.
"So would the car's antenna being an erect penis. It gives new meaning to the car is coming -- literally."

He laughed hard. I like when we crack each other up.

J is for joke and jerk -- a double-paddling evening

My guy started the day off by taking his belt off a pair of pants that he had worn the day before. The belt fell, landing on the carpeted floor. I picked it up. He wrapped most of the belt around his hand and thought that it would be good to punish me with it.

I am a bit hesitant about getting the belt across my backside. Getting welts terrifies me. My guy said that we should try it and that he would take it easy on me. We'll see how that goes when I am ready.

After work, my guy picked me up at the hotel and we drove over to Costco. We ate at the food court, because he was getting hungry. He bought me a hot dog. It was a miracle! He told me that I have been good about not eating hot dogs so often, so he was okay buying me one. He got the Montreal smoked meat sandwich (it makes sense, now that we are in the city). I suggested that we also get fries with gravy. We both don't normally eat fries, but the ones at Costco are yummy.

My guy doesn't normally do gravy. He tried it and liked it. Perhaps one day, I will convince him to eat a hot dog. However, it is a victory for me to just have him buy one without telling me that eating one is bad for me.

We then walked around the store. We didn't get anything that stood out. Afterwards, we went to Winners and Best Buy before heading back to our hotel room.

I was looking for a case for my Bose speaker. I was telling him earlier that I had found it, but no one was willing to help me out at the Bose store. My guy said that the sales guy was a Bose-zo. It was my guy's attempt at telling a punny joke. He's cute that way.

My guy wanted to spank me before we both hit the sack. He was playing the stern disciplinarian, telling me to go get the leather paddle. I didn't want to. He threatened to use the belt on me. I got scared and suggested that he use the slippers that were in the room.

He did a test run on me. The sound that the slipper was making against my buttocks was nice, but it didn't hurt me. Instead, he went back to demanding that I fetch the leather paddle.

I reluctantly got it. He told me to give it to him. I played the girl who was too afraid to. Eventually, I did. He then gestured to go over his knee. I resisted at first, which he managed to swat me a couple of times before I was finally over his knee.

He spanked me hard with the leather paddle. He reinforced the fact that I am always a bad girl. I kicked up my feet when it hurt. He tapped my feet and calves, and continued slapping my butt. It hurt, but I loved it.

He then played with my crotch and, eventually, I came. It was nice. I then cuddled up to him and he held me.

We watched a bit of TV.

"I need to spank you again," he stated.
"Why?" I asked curiously.
"For not playing with my hard cock," he reasoned.
"But, you didn't tell me that you wanted me to do that," I whined.
"It's understood. Get over my knee,"
"No," I said defiantly.
"Don't make me pull you over my knee myself," he said sternly.

I got out of my cuddling position, kissed his forehead, and obediently when over his knee.

The second round of smacks with the leather paddle hurt a lot more. I loved it. He has never spanked me twice within an hour.

After my second paddling, I hugged him tightly for a bit. I then nuzzled his erect penis. I then reached in his pants to play with it before we both pulled down both his briefs and pants.

I gave my guy a handjob. He loves when I jerk him off. It showed.

We both had a good evening. I tucked him in and kissed him goodnight.